I'm going to assume that's incredibly witty and clever and give you an internet point.

Just thinking about that makes my dopamine receptors shrivel up.

Is it French?

It's the dust and small wood chips off the floor of a sawmill glued together into little bricks. Traditionally eaten with milk and honey. Cricketers legendarily eat 7 or 8 (sometimes more) for breakfast every day. If you are going to do something requiring strength, one should always have eaten weetbix for breakfast.

One could argue that bread slices are a loaf that was split/divided.

All about that bass, by Meghan Trainor. Really did get played to death in popular media.

Dip it in molten plastic?

I hope so. The rest of the post has perfect spelling, grammar, and punctuation.

Wonder woman for scale?

I'll take a look. Thanks.

So all I have to do to appreciate the things around me is become a world renowned expert in something super specific.

Cool cool cool cool cool cool cool. No problem.

My previous car was a civic type R (FK8). Not the rarest car, but it was one of the last to come off the factory floor before they closed the factory and ended production for that version, so it was pretty much impossible to buy. Fucking great car. Loved it.